I'll never really understand why I believe you You're so sly and underhand, I think I'll leave you now With everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses, just some books and the odd cigarette.
I never liked anyway, It must be true what they say
Oh well, you've scuppered my best laid plans, I can't believe you've just dismiss my pleas right out of hand I can't believe you've listed everything I stole since we met But I stole no kisses, just some books and a butterfly net.
It's raining, Now it's sunny, It's raining, Now it's sunny.
A problem becomes a problem When you lie to your friends When you lie to the people When you lie to yourself
And only fools, vultures and undertakers Will have any time for you
A problem, becomes a problem When you let down your friends When you let down your people When you let down yourself and your mother
And the truth is too painful to comprehend That you have to pretend that there isn't a problem It's not me with the problem It's all them with the problem I aint their problem...
I am a pimp and a slave I dig my bed, I make, make my grave